Mike Hammer is on the mend after taking two slugs in a shootout. He’s called back into the city to sit by the deathbed of an old war buddy, laid low by a mysterious gunman. With his last breath, Hammer’s friend whispers to him the secret that killed him—a secret that leads right to $89 billion of stolen Mafia money. Still recovering from his brush with death, Hammer is faced with a choice—to keep clean, or to risk his life, and the life of the woman he loves, in pursuit of the biggest payday he’s ever seen.
Mike Hammer walks into his office to find his unconscious secretary on the floor, a brutally butchered corpse occupying his office chair, and a note from a murderer on his desk: “You die for killing me.” So begins a tough-as-nails tale of government assassins and renegade mobsters, told with the breakneck pacing and brutal impact of a freshly fired .45 bullet.
A phone call from a dying friend pulls Mike Hammer into a world of two-bit hucksters and hidden brutality, where life is cheap and revenge is costly. Lurking beneath the unsolved murder of a sleazy pickpocket, there is another, deeper mystery—with the fate of far more than one hard-boiled detective in the balance.
The teasing, transparent nighties were so shredded they barely covered the bodies of the murdered beauties. The blonde wore black. The redhead, green. And now someone was combing the city for the same number in white.
Two strange slayings and a very frightened model set Mike Hammer on a chase through the world of high fashion and UN cocktail parties to Village bars and sleazy hotels. Snarling Hammer hits pay dirt when he dives underground to a secret sex cult, and busts open a group of degenerate, but highly eminent kick-killers.
“A breathless mystery of violence, death and the macabre machinations of international operation.”—Savannah News
“A blockbuster finish. Spillane has applied his Midas touch to another thriller.”—Florida Times-Union
Mike Hammer gives a lift to a beauty on the run from a sanitarium—but their joyride is cut short by two dark sedans full of professional killers, who knock the detective out cold. When he wakes up, his car has been rolled off a cliff, with his mysterious passenger still inside it. The feds take his gun away on suspicion, but Hammer’s not about to let that stop him. He’s on the hunt for the men who wrecked his ride and killed a dame in cold blood—and he’s going to teach them that armed or not, crossing Mike Hammer is the last thing you should ever do.
You think Mike Hammer is tough? Just wait until you see the punishment he delivers when he sets out to find the killer of a guy trying to go straight. A guy who parked his kid in Mike Hammer’s arms—and left him there an orphan.
Luscious, eager dames, dynamite-packed action that starts in cheap bars and goes right to the D.A.’s office, and a guided tour of the seamiest—as well as the swankiest—spots in New York, make this one of Mike Hammer’s most thrilling adventures to date.
A judge’s harsh condemnation of Mike Hammer’s take-no-prisoners methods sends him on an introspective walk across a secluded bridge, ending in a way that could only happen to Hammer. When a terrified woman on the run from a gunman leaps off the side of the bridge, Hammer ends the would-be assassin’s life, but it’s too late for the dame. Now he’s got two bodies on his hands—and to find out why he’ll have to embroil himself in the darkest machinations of Cold War subterfuge.
Mike Hammer wakes up in a hotel room and the buddy he went on a blackout bender with last night has a fresh hole in his chest. The finger of suspicion is pointed his way. When it’s ruled a suicide, he’s cut loose, but his P.I. license is revoked. But Hammer smells murder, and nothing’s going to keep him off the trail. As he untangles the web of corruption from the outside, the bodies start piling up. Hammer will need to keep his wits about him, and his .45 ready, on the hunt for justice—and vengeance.